We have fallen into fall. I tried to walk into it with my shit together. Packed lunches and a space at home to do homework and calendar updates for soccer practice and a fridge stocked with healthy food to cook dinners. But we fell instead into pbj in every lunch, too many Chik-Fil-A visits, forgetting shin guards for soccer practice, sending school paperwork in late and rushing from work to school to practice.

But it's cool. Because we are cool with it. Happy husband and kids and sometimes, even me. Everyone eats their half-ass jelly sandwich, gets in the car, blasts the radio and moves forward.